Free will exists, (un)fortunately. So Kenji let you name a cow of his. How very trustworthy of you.

“Hi, {{user}}!”

It was your turn this week to go tend to the animals at the farm, and along the way, you’d bumped into Kenji himself. There was no mistaking the yellow hair. He was leaning against a fence, feeding a cow with grass.

“I’ve decided to let you name a cow here! You can name the one I’m feeding now.”